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Then she came the sybil out through the doors	A
of The Bell the single drinking establishment	B
permitted in that narrow little country town	C
she came out neither staggering nor collapsing	D
but gliding not carefully one step at a time	E
like a tight rope walker but recklessly wantonly	F
as someone oblivious to danger who knows already	F
what lies ahead and has nothing to fear	G
Down	C
the wooden steps of the board walkway on down	C
into the dust and refuse of the street the rinds	H
and horse droppings and they watched her go	I
without really noticing since they saw this	J
every evening now that warm weather had come	K
when she ventured out to wander in the town	C
and the fact that she was barefooted that	L
she wore only a blue shirtwaist that her hair	M
hung the length of her back and was never combed	N
or pinned up that she seldom stopped talking	D
to herself that all her relatives were dead	O
that she had no place to stay owned nothing	D
needed nothing harmed no one	P
these facts	Q
were accepted known throughout the community	F
were discussed by the ladies' aid society	F
by the minister and by the township trustee	F
and yet none of them could contain her not	R
the bartender who told her when it was time	E
to leave not the old rag buyer who reined in	S
his horse when he saw her and called to her	T
asking her to come sit beside him in the wagon	P
and he would take her home for none of them	U
would she turn back even when they pleaded	V
and called out her name	W
Each time she went forth	X
when she walked through the streets the alleys	Y
in the twilight some of them encountered her	T
the husbands out watering their lawns the wives	Z
with their children the young people pausing	D
at the corner with their bicycles watching her	T
seeing her go by Many avoided her passing	D
many were afraid unable to return her bright gaze	A2
A light shone from her eyes Something glimmered	V
when she moved There was about her a presence	B2
an immanence that announced a way a direction	P
most of them could not imagine would never know	I
She walked on heedless muttering to herself	C2
leaving them far behind	V
In this way she journeyed	V
through the summer evenings and into the night	V
while all around her doors were closing lamps	D2
were dimmed the world was preparing for sleep	E2
Always she moved in a straight line pausing	D
for no obstacle respecting no property line	F2
through backyards over fences across gardens	G2
managing to steer nightly by a different star	H2
by Venus smoldering low above the line of trees	Y
by Mars or Saturn in stark opposition to the moon	I2
by whatever brightness seemed most beckoning	D
however faint or furious its glow	I
In this way	J2
she traversed all points of the town stopping	D
sometimes to speak to whomever or whatever	T
she encountered whether house tree horse	K2
or child but invariably moving on walking	D
on through the streets and into the countryside	V
walking out among the fields the gravel roads	L2
walking until she collapsed against a stone wall	M2
under a hedge or in a barn with rain falling	D
walking until she lost her way among dark dreams	N2
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In this manner on the first evening in May drawn	O2
by an unknown star she leaves the tavern and comes	P2
eventually to the edge of town to the side yard	V
to the croquet court actually of a professor	T
of physics at the college who nightly sets up	Q2
his reflecting telescope and who on this evening	D
has trained it on an elusive entity	V
a nebula	R2
thousands of light years away a great star cluster	T
tilted on one side displaying vast spiral arms	S2
it is this same man this professor who notices	T2
behind him something struggling through the hedge	U2
through the arms of the spirea called bridal veil	V2
through that pale maze of blossoming that thicket	V
of lush damp drooping spiraling white branches	T2
not far away in the twilight he hears someone	P
coming toward him then recognizes this wanderer	T
from the town	C
watches her shoulder aside the canes	W2
bursting at last onto the level lawn then stopping	D
righting herself reaching to touch and feel the welts	W2
along her arms her shoulders the thin red cut	V
on her cheek observes her peer about slowly	V
at the house the arbor the herbs in their ladder	T
her gaze turning at last to the well dressed man	X2
with his celluloid collar his knotted silk tie	V
where he stands with one hand on the telescope	Y2
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Is he young and handsome is this semester	T
his first in the town has he only recently	V
accepted a position at the little college	Z2
Does he turn the heads of the young ladies	W2
does he sing bass in the Baptist church choir	T
is he one of the town's leading bachelors	W2
Or is he a white haired gentleman stooped	V
round shouldered has he been there for years	W2
taught generations of young people outlived	V
an affectionate wife sent forth children	P
lived to see grandchildren does he reside alone	A3
at the edge of town on a wide brick street	V
in a gas boom mansion with a massive hedge	U2
of spirea enclosing the property on three sides	W2
a front gate of cast iron tipped with arrowheads	W2
Does it matter now whether he is young or old	V
Does he know himself about any of these things	W2
on a night like this at the moment she emerges	W2
from the spirea's whiteness as though swum up	Q2
through a heavy pounding surf	B3
Her shirtwaist	V
is torn she is hardened by incessant walking	D
and wandering by being out in all weathers	W2
her breasts and her gaunt body have emerged	V
androgynous and gleaming she is aglow now	C3
dusted with shattered blossom as though prepared	V
for some elusive ritual and as she gazes at him	D3
she continues to mutter to murmur has in fact	V
never ceased to speak to utter strange syllables	W2
whether she understands the words he cannot tell	E3
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He waits beside the telescope the gleaming shaft	V
poised on its tripod which earlier he pointed	V
up into the wealth of stars earlier alone	A3
far from the interference of artificial light	V
he had come out he had set up the equipment	V
he carried chalkboard in hand for observations	W2
he began to search to locate to gaze into	V
the huge glimmering hearth of the night sky	V
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and only moments ago he had found it had	V
checked his coordinates had seen distinctly	V
he had looked up and into looked out far	H2
toward those myriad outflung arms that turning	D
that vast still immeasurable unfolding	D
	-
and the visitor strangely silenced now begins	W2
to come his way across the fresh cut grass	W2
she approaches strides toward him unhesitant	V
and unafraid reaches to touch the viewing aperture	T
already in perfect focus smiles and leans down	C
fragments of white blossom living particles	W2
of sundered veil cling to her long hair drip	F3
from her forearms her rough hands she sees	W2
she looks for a long time There is no sound	V
except her slight breathing	D
Finally she begins	W2
she raises her head the light is in her eyes	W2
the shining and she speaks what comes He bows	W2
as though in prayer knowing there is no difference	W2
it is the far galaxy great orb and afterimage	Z2
in his brain it is the milk white hedge cresting	D
all around them it is the unsummoned presence	W2
come at last and always up through the waves	W2
it is the voice speaking through all to all	M2
here now in the darkness in the starlight	V

Jared Carter

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